Your Song
A songfic
By Fira Black-Malfoy
1 It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside…
Draco Malfoy almost kicked himself. All that had happened was that someone had passed by. And yet, he had forgotten to sneer. He had forgotten to snort. He had forgotten to be annoyed that he had been bumped into. He had forgotten to insult.
All because Hermione Granger had passed by him in a hurry.
2 I'm not one of those
who can easily hide…
Hermione hadn't said a word to Draco either. She supposed she was just in too much of a hurry that she wouldn't be bothered telling Draco off…but then she knew she was just lying to herself. She knew the exact reason why she hadn't said anything to a bewildered, suddenly silent Draco Malfoy. She knew why she was in such a hurry. She blushed furiously as she passed by, not even looking up, resulting in her bumping into him. But Draco hadn't said anything…
3 I don't have much money
3.1 But boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we
We both could live…
If I were a sculptor,
But then again, no
Or someone who makes potions in a
Traveling show…
She'd realized it over dinner a few nights ago. Harry and Ron had been too busy talking about Quidditch. Too busy to notice that she kept stealing glances at Draco from across the room. All because she had helped her get through Potions that day. Weird as it may have been, Hermione had been thankful. He'd been awful nice to her for the coming days as well. Not very Draco-like, Harry had said. What had Draco been up to? Hermione knew it could all be a trick to embarrass her yet again…but would Draco sink so low? She kept asking herself this until she realized that all she could think about was Draco. Draco, Draco, Draco. Yep, the impossible had happened that day. Hermione Granger, Muggle-born witch, had fallen in love with Draco "I hate Mudbloods" Malfoy.
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you…
Hermione would have given everything to let Draco know how she felt. It was really starting to burden her. Every time she'd pass by him, none would say a word. She would just keep her head down, and pretend to be fascinated by the floor, he would purse his lips together as his cheeks would turn pink. Harry had the suspicion that Draco was also in love with Hermione, but he and Ron waved it away. Too far off, they said. Hermione was furious. After telling them off for being jealous that someone could actually be in love with her, she left in a rage, and headed back to the Gryffindor dormitory. She took her pen and her diary and started to write…
"Go on and tell everybody
That this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world…"
Draco, in the meantime, and unbeknownst to many, even himself, had also realized that he had indeed fallen for the mudblood Granger. He got up onto the roof on top of the Slytherin dormitory as he watched the sun go down, turning the lake pink and orange. Subconsciously, he took a pen and a piece of parchment and started to write as well, yet again, not being very Draco-like.
"Sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss
Well some of these verses well they
They got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind
While I wrote this song
It's for people like you that
Keep it turned on…"
The end of year Yule Ball came around for the 7th years. Hermione had decided she'd go with Harry, who seemed to have jumped all over the place after Hermione told him so. In her red dress and straightened out hair, she and Harry made their way to the Great Hall. Minutes into the Yule Ball, Harry disappeared. Hermione searched everywhere, only to find him snogging with Ginny Weasley in some old gosh-forsakenly dark corner of the Great Hall, away from the eyes of everyone. She walked quietly back to her seat. She didn't cry, feeling that she was too exasperated and frustrated to do so. She instead got herself some punch and decided to wait out the Yule Ball. It would have been no use going back up to the Gryffindor common room because every one of the 7th years had gotten dates. Hermione looked around the dance floor. Everywhere she looked, pairs of happy, laughing, smiling people were dancing together. She didn't know why, but Hermione didn't feel jealous. In fact, all she could feel was someone watching her from a far corner of the room…
Draco Malfoy stood up finally from where he sat watching Hermione. He couldn't take it anymore. He was deliriously in love with her, and she seemed so alone, too. Poor thing. But he told himself to push those thoughts away. If Hermione had seen the sympathetic look in his eyes, he was sure she'd laugh at him. Hermione looked up at him. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she said, trying to hide her blushing face. "Nothing much," he said. "Decided I didn't want to look a fool, sitting at a far end of the room all alone." "It's a drag," Hermione nodded as she agreed. "Listen," Draco said, scratching the back of his ear, "I look more a fool just standing here." He extended his hand to Hermione. Hermione looked from his outstretched hand to Draco hesitantly. "Look, I'm not gonna burn you, Hermione," Draco said, taking himself by surprise by calling her by her first name. At the sound of her name, Hermione took Draco's hand, as if he had just challenged her. The slow, soft song just played on as Hermione fell into Draco's embrace, taking in the warmth of him…
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen…
"Why are you doing this, Draco?" Hermione said quietly. "Why are you risking yourself?" "I'm not risking anything, Hermione," Draco said equally quiet. "Then why are you doing this?" Hermione asked him again. "Don't worry about that for now," Draco said. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw the reason why Hermione was all alone. He wanted to bash that Potter's head in right then and there…but what would Hermione say? Draco held Hermione slightly tighter than before. It was all he could do to stop himself from beating Harry into a pulp for ditching Hermione just like that. "You've grown quiet," Hermione said all of a sudden. "What?" Draco said, "Oh, sorry. It's just that…Hermione, are you okay?" Draco took even himself by surprise yet again by asking such a question. It was, as I've been saying throughout this whole fanfic, very un-Draco-like. "Of course, I'm okay," Hermione said, "Just fine…"she trailed off. "Don't lie to me, Hermione," Draco said. "I know. I know what just happened." Hermione stared into the mellow yet deep gray pools that were Draco's eyes. She was lost for words. Why should he care about that? He wasn't supposed to care about that, yet here he was, wondering if Hermione was okay. "Let's go outside," Hermione said to Draco. Draco nodded and he and Hermione slipped out of the Great Hall quietly. As they walked wordlessly through the corridors towards the lake outside, they could hear the song from the Great Hall play on…
You can tell everybody
That this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
Hermione sat herself down by the edge of the lake, Draco not far behind. "What's the matter?" Draco said. "Why do we have to be outside? You could have just told me inside?" Hermione sighed and frowned. She threw a smooth stone at the lake, making it bounce about 5 times on the surface before it sank. "That's pretty good, Gra-Hermione," Draco said. I'm losing it, he thought to himself, I am officially losing it now. "Harry taught me that," Hermione said. "Draco, have you ever had that feeling like, you know something good is going to last, but all of a sudden, it gets crunched and stomped on by one measly little person who really shouldn't have made any difference in your life, but somehow they just manage to squeeze themselves right in and do something really big that shouldn't have affected you, but it does anyway?" Draco knit his brow. "You lost me somewhere," he said, "but yeah, I think I have." Hermione nodded softly. The night breeze blew around them gently. Hermione rubbed her arms subconsciously from the cold. Draco took his jacket off and gave it to Hermione. "Thanks," she said. "What did Potter do?" Draco said all of a sudden. "So you know," Hermione said. "Naturally, I have my ways," Draco said, smirking plainly at Hermione. Hermione laughed. It was all too cynical, really. Almost surreal, too. "Why are you still asking me if you know already?" she asked him. "Nothing, I just want to see if my speculations are correct," Draco answered. "Oh yeah, then you're going to find some way to use it to embarrass me again," Hermione said. "No," Draco said. Again, Hermione looked into his eyes. She had never realized Draco looked this good without the snarl on his face. "He just did the typical guy thing, I guess," she finally answered. "Ditched me minutes into the Yule Ball for some 6th year who's been after him since she got into Hogwarts. I'll never understand men, I guess. It's ironic, really. I'm Head Girl, top of my class-well, you're really close by…you're pretty much a threat to me-and yet, I can't understand the mystery that is MEN." Draco laughed. "Yeah, it is pretty ironic," he said. "But I don't see why any guy in his right mind would want to just leave you all alone." Hermione smiled at him. "Thanks for that," she said. "That made me feel so much better." A few moments of silence passed between them. Hermione didn't have to think of what she was going to do once the silence was broken. She didn't want to think about it. She was just going to do it…
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world…
"Hermione, I-" Draco had started, but everything else he wanted to say disappeared as Hermione caught his mouth with hers, locking him in a very unexpected kiss. (A/N: okay, I know all the characters here so far are being, well, out of character, but hey, this is just a fanfic…) When they pulled away, all Draco could say was, "Smooth move, Granger." Hermione didn't have a comeback, so she decided to shut Draco up with a deluge of kisses she'd wanted to flood him with for the past few months.
A songfic
By Fira Black-Malfoy
1 It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside…
Draco Malfoy almost kicked himself. All that had happened was that someone had passed by. And yet, he had forgotten to sneer. He had forgotten to snort. He had forgotten to be annoyed that he had been bumped into. He had forgotten to insult.
All because Hermione Granger had passed by him in a hurry.
2 I'm not one of those
who can easily hide…
Hermione hadn't said a word to Draco either. She supposed she was just in too much of a hurry that she wouldn't be bothered telling Draco off…but then she knew she was just lying to herself. She knew the exact reason why she hadn't said anything to a bewildered, suddenly silent Draco Malfoy. She knew why she was in such a hurry. She blushed furiously as she passed by, not even looking up, resulting in her bumping into him. But Draco hadn't said anything…
3 I don't have much money
3.1 But boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we
We both could live…
If I were a sculptor,
But then again, no
Or someone who makes potions in a
Traveling show…
She'd realized it over dinner a few nights ago. Harry and Ron had been too busy talking about Quidditch. Too busy to notice that she kept stealing glances at Draco from across the room. All because she had helped her get through Potions that day. Weird as it may have been, Hermione had been thankful. He'd been awful nice to her for the coming days as well. Not very Draco-like, Harry had said. What had Draco been up to? Hermione knew it could all be a trick to embarrass her yet again…but would Draco sink so low? She kept asking herself this until she realized that all she could think about was Draco. Draco, Draco, Draco. Yep, the impossible had happened that day. Hermione Granger, Muggle-born witch, had fallen in love with Draco "I hate Mudbloods" Malfoy.
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you…
Hermione would have given everything to let Draco know how she felt. It was really starting to burden her. Every time she'd pass by him, none would say a word. She would just keep her head down, and pretend to be fascinated by the floor, he would purse his lips together as his cheeks would turn pink. Harry had the suspicion that Draco was also in love with Hermione, but he and Ron waved it away. Too far off, they said. Hermione was furious. After telling them off for being jealous that someone could actually be in love with her, she left in a rage, and headed back to the Gryffindor dormitory. She took her pen and her diary and started to write…
"Go on and tell everybody
That this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world…"
Draco, in the meantime, and unbeknownst to many, even himself, had also realized that he had indeed fallen for the mudblood Granger. He got up onto the roof on top of the Slytherin dormitory as he watched the sun go down, turning the lake pink and orange. Subconsciously, he took a pen and a piece of parchment and started to write as well, yet again, not being very Draco-like.
"Sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss
Well some of these verses well they
They got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind
While I wrote this song
It's for people like you that
Keep it turned on…"
The end of year Yule Ball came around for the 7th years. Hermione had decided she'd go with Harry, who seemed to have jumped all over the place after Hermione told him so. In her red dress and straightened out hair, she and Harry made their way to the Great Hall. Minutes into the Yule Ball, Harry disappeared. Hermione searched everywhere, only to find him snogging with Ginny Weasley in some old gosh-forsakenly dark corner of the Great Hall, away from the eyes of everyone. She walked quietly back to her seat. She didn't cry, feeling that she was too exasperated and frustrated to do so. She instead got herself some punch and decided to wait out the Yule Ball. It would have been no use going back up to the Gryffindor common room because every one of the 7th years had gotten dates. Hermione looked around the dance floor. Everywhere she looked, pairs of happy, laughing, smiling people were dancing together. She didn't know why, but Hermione didn't feel jealous. In fact, all she could feel was someone watching her from a far corner of the room…
Draco Malfoy stood up finally from where he sat watching Hermione. He couldn't take it anymore. He was deliriously in love with her, and she seemed so alone, too. Poor thing. But he told himself to push those thoughts away. If Hermione had seen the sympathetic look in his eyes, he was sure she'd laugh at him. Hermione looked up at him. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she said, trying to hide her blushing face. "Nothing much," he said. "Decided I didn't want to look a fool, sitting at a far end of the room all alone." "It's a drag," Hermione nodded as she agreed. "Listen," Draco said, scratching the back of his ear, "I look more a fool just standing here." He extended his hand to Hermione. Hermione looked from his outstretched hand to Draco hesitantly. "Look, I'm not gonna burn you, Hermione," Draco said, taking himself by surprise by calling her by her first name. At the sound of her name, Hermione took Draco's hand, as if he had just challenged her. The slow, soft song just played on as Hermione fell into Draco's embrace, taking in the warmth of him…
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen…
"Why are you doing this, Draco?" Hermione said quietly. "Why are you risking yourself?" "I'm not risking anything, Hermione," Draco said equally quiet. "Then why are you doing this?" Hermione asked him again. "Don't worry about that for now," Draco said. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw the reason why Hermione was all alone. He wanted to bash that Potter's head in right then and there…but what would Hermione say? Draco held Hermione slightly tighter than before. It was all he could do to stop himself from beating Harry into a pulp for ditching Hermione just like that. "You've grown quiet," Hermione said all of a sudden. "What?" Draco said, "Oh, sorry. It's just that…Hermione, are you okay?" Draco took even himself by surprise yet again by asking such a question. It was, as I've been saying throughout this whole fanfic, very un-Draco-like. "Of course, I'm okay," Hermione said, "Just fine…"she trailed off. "Don't lie to me, Hermione," Draco said. "I know. I know what just happened." Hermione stared into the mellow yet deep gray pools that were Draco's eyes. She was lost for words. Why should he care about that? He wasn't supposed to care about that, yet here he was, wondering if Hermione was okay. "Let's go outside," Hermione said to Draco. Draco nodded and he and Hermione slipped out of the Great Hall quietly. As they walked wordlessly through the corridors towards the lake outside, they could hear the song from the Great Hall play on…
You can tell everybody
That this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
Hermione sat herself down by the edge of the lake, Draco not far behind. "What's the matter?" Draco said. "Why do we have to be outside? You could have just told me inside?" Hermione sighed and frowned. She threw a smooth stone at the lake, making it bounce about 5 times on the surface before it sank. "That's pretty good, Gra-Hermione," Draco said. I'm losing it, he thought to himself, I am officially losing it now. "Harry taught me that," Hermione said. "Draco, have you ever had that feeling like, you know something good is going to last, but all of a sudden, it gets crunched and stomped on by one measly little person who really shouldn't have made any difference in your life, but somehow they just manage to squeeze themselves right in and do something really big that shouldn't have affected you, but it does anyway?" Draco knit his brow. "You lost me somewhere," he said, "but yeah, I think I have." Hermione nodded softly. The night breeze blew around them gently. Hermione rubbed her arms subconsciously from the cold. Draco took his jacket off and gave it to Hermione. "Thanks," she said. "What did Potter do?" Draco said all of a sudden. "So you know," Hermione said. "Naturally, I have my ways," Draco said, smirking plainly at Hermione. Hermione laughed. It was all too cynical, really. Almost surreal, too. "Why are you still asking me if you know already?" she asked him. "Nothing, I just want to see if my speculations are correct," Draco answered. "Oh yeah, then you're going to find some way to use it to embarrass me again," Hermione said. "No," Draco said. Again, Hermione looked into his eyes. She had never realized Draco looked this good without the snarl on his face. "He just did the typical guy thing, I guess," she finally answered. "Ditched me minutes into the Yule Ball for some 6th year who's been after him since she got into Hogwarts. I'll never understand men, I guess. It's ironic, really. I'm Head Girl, top of my class-well, you're really close by…you're pretty much a threat to me-and yet, I can't understand the mystery that is MEN." Draco laughed. "Yeah, it is pretty ironic," he said. "But I don't see why any guy in his right mind would want to just leave you all alone." Hermione smiled at him. "Thanks for that," she said. "That made me feel so much better." A few moments of silence passed between them. Hermione didn't have to think of what she was going to do once the silence was broken. She didn't want to think about it. She was just going to do it…
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world…
"Hermione, I-" Draco had started, but everything else he wanted to say disappeared as Hermione caught his mouth with hers, locking him in a very unexpected kiss. (A/N: okay, I know all the characters here so far are being, well, out of character, but hey, this is just a fanfic…) When they pulled away, all Draco could say was, "Smooth move, Granger." Hermione didn't have a comeback, so she decided to shut Draco up with a deluge of kisses she'd wanted to flood him with for the past few months.